Chapter 45
D evi lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
This sucked.
Big time.
What was Hayes even doing? Was he torturing her? He was. She should complain about him.
“I’m going to get a lawyer!” she cried as he walked into the bedroom.
“And what do you need a lawyer for, Little girl?” he asked as he set something down by her hip. She tried to twist to see it, but she couldn’t.
Dismissing it, she glared up at him. “Because you must be breaking Little law!”
“Little law?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest as he stared down at her.
“Yep! Little law! It clearly states that you can’t bring up old trans .
. . transgressions! Yep. Uh-huh. And it also says you can’t punish someone when they hadn’t been given the rules.
No. Naughty. Also, you can’t make a Little girl wait in the bedroom for her punishment.
I need a lawyer. I think Gwen could help. ”
“Hmm, that’s an interesting idea. However, there is no such thing as Little law. And Gwen isn’t a Little lawyer.”
“Well, that just sucks.”
“It’s going to for you.” He kneeled on the bed next to her hips and then reached under his T-shirt that she was wearing to draw down her panties.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Spankings are given on the bare bottom.”
“Daddy! Noooo!”
“That’s not your safeword,” he said to her.
No. It wasn’t. Drat.
“Can you put your good arm above your head and rest your sore arm on the mattress?”
He hadn’t put the sling back on so it was easy to move her arm. But why did he want her to do that?
He grasped hold of her legs and drew them back to her chest so her knees were bent and her bottom was fully on display.
Well, that answered her question.
“Daddy!” she cried.
“I want you to use your safeword if your arm hurts or anything other than your bottom hurts. If you get overwhelmed or scared, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Do you remember why you’re being spanked?”
“Because you’re a meanie?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Because I put myself down and put salt in your coffee and got off the sofa and . . . and the other thing.” She could feel herself blushing.
“That’s right. Although I have another sort of punishment for the salt.”
Without any more warning, he smacked his hand down on her ass.
This was a very strange position to be spanked in. Not that she’d been spanked as an adult before. She wasn’t sure she liked it at all. She could barely move, couldn’t wriggle away. And she had to look up at him. Hayes looked so stern, so serious.
“I don’t like you seeing my spanked face!” she cried, shutting her eyes.
He paused. “Your what?”
“My face when you’re spanking me. I don’t want you to see it. Or to see your face. It feels too weird.”
“All right, baby. You keep your eyes shut, then. I won’t be shutting mine. I like looking at all of you. Your face.” Smack. “Your bottom.” Smack. “Your thighs.” Smack. “I can even see a hint of that delicious pussy.” Smack.
Dear Lord.
Just kill her now.
But the world didn’t open up and swallow her whole. And Hayes kept spanking her until her ass was throbbing and she had started sobbing. Then he stopped. But instead of lowering her legs so she could cover herself, he rubbed the heat into her ass.
“Daddy! No!”
“No, what?” he asked. “I’m just rubbing your bottom.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why not? It’s a very cute bottom. And it’s all pink. Delicious.” He lowered her legs then lay next to her, drawing her carefully against his chest to hold her. He ran his hand up and down her back until her breathing slowed.
“That’s it, baby girl. You doing okay? Was that all right for a first spanking?”
“First and only!” she cried.
He let out a low laugh. “I don’t think so, baby girl.”
She was so caught up in the fact that he’d laughed, something that was rare and beautiful, that it took a moment for her brain to decipher his words.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Are you saying that spankings are a hard limit?”
“No, I’m saying that Devi is a good girl and won’t get any more.”
“Now, I know you’re joking.”
Rude.
He kissed her lightly, his finger under her chin before he got up and kneeled again. Then he gathered up her legs to peer down at her.
Dear Lord.
So embarrassing. To her shock, he ran a finger down where her cheeks met. She tightened them.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Don’t you like me touching your bottom? Is that on your limits?”
“N-no. I just . . . do you want to do that?”
“Perhaps. But only if it’s something you want. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. And you can think about it since it’s not happening right now. Part your legs. Good girl.”
She lowered her legs and pushed them apart. He kneeled between her open thighs.
Okay, perhaps being spanked wouldn’t be so bad if she got an orgasm afterward. He parted her pussy lips and ran a finger over her clit, circling it.
Greedy girl.
She’d already come several times. How many orgasms did she want?
“Unfortunately, you don’t get to come after a punishment.” He said that just as he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She moaned, then her brain caught up with what he’d said.
“W-what? Why not? Then why?”
“Why am I touching your pussy? Getting you all worked up?” he murmured.
“Yes!”
“For these.” He held up some beads. She blinked, wondering what the heck he was talking about.
“What are those?”
“These are Ben-Wa balls. Have you heard of these before?”
Oh heck.
She was in trouble now.
Hayes could tell by the look on her face that she had heard of Ben-Wa balls and she wasn’t a fan of where he was about to put them.
“I can see you know where these are going.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work!”
“Oh, it will work. See, you are still being punished so these are going to go up inside your pussy and you aren’t allowed to come. If you do come, then I’m going to spend a good part of tonight edging you. And believe me you do not want a punishment edging.”
“Holy heck.”
“If you need to pee, then you can ask me to take them out. Otherwise, they stay in there until I take them out.”
A calculating look filled her face.
“And you can’t ask to pee after five minutes and expect them to stay out. I’ll put them back in,” he warned.
“Darn it.”
He grasped hold of the ball at the end and, parting her pussy lips again, he slid one ball into her pussy, pushing it up inside her. The second ball popped in. Then the third. A string hung down which was used to pull them back out.
Later.
He licked his fingers clean while she watched, her face enraptured. Then he grabbed her panties and put them on her.
“Wait there while Daddy gets you something to wear.”
He got her new yellow onesie from the living room and walked back in with it. He’d deliberately bought a short sleeved one with wide arm holes.
After getting her dressed in it, he picked her up and put her on his hip.
“So, baby girl. What would you like to try playing with first?”
This was torture.
It was definitely against Little law.
She whimpered as she moved and the balls inside her pussy rubbed against each other.
Not cool.
She was so turned on that it was nearly painful. And Daddy expected her to pay attention to the Lego castle he was trying to help her build?
No. Nope.
“This is impossible, Daddy! I can’t do it with this stupid hand.”
“Don’t call your hand stupid,” he scolded. “It’s not stupid.”
“But it’s so hard to put this together when I can’t really use it.” Plus it was throbbing in time with her poor bottom. Having a sore bottom also made it hard to concentrate.
And then there were the beads in her pussy.
“It’s time for a break, anyway. You need some painkillers, lunch, and a nap.”
“I do not need a nap.”
“Yes, you do,” he said firmly. “I’ll pack this up. Let’s put a cartoon on the television while I’m making you something to eat.”
“Spaghetti?” she asked hopefully.
“All right. Spaghetti.”
“Yay!” She settled on the sofa with a wince. “You need cushions, Daddy.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Um, because you don’t have any and cushions look pretty.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say so you could cushion your sore bottom.”
Yeah. That too.
Hayes put on a cartoon about talking dogs that she loved while he got her lunch ready. She just couldn’t get comfortable, though. She attempted to wiggle around. But every time she did, a burst of pleasure ran through her.
This sucked.
She huffed and lay on her side. Then with her good hand, she reached down to cup herself.
“No touching yourself, baby,” Hayes said from the kitchen.
Darn it.
“Daddy, do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“Yep,” he replied. “And you should remember that.”
She moved her hand away and tried to concentrate on the TV show. She could feel her eyes getting heavy.
No falling asleep.
When he put her down for a nap she was determined not to sleep. Just to show him that she didn’t need a nap.
Although it would be really nice to have a nap.
Yes. She knew she was being contrary. But that was a Little’s prerogative.
“Poor baby girl. So tired.”
She opened her eyes to see him crouched in front of her. Lord, he was so gorgeous. With a smile, she reached out to cup his hand. “So pretty.”
“Baby girl, Daddies are not pretty. Manly, sexy, handsome, yes. Pretty, no.”
“Pretty Daddy. So handsome.”
He shook his head at her and then stood before lifting her into his arms. He carried her over to the small dining table.
With its wooden, hard chairs.
“I needs a cushion.”
“No, naughty girls that got their bottoms spanked have to sit on the hard surface.”
“I’m sure that’s against Little laws.”
“Maybe you should have been a lawyer,” he told her as he put the bib around her.
“Oh no. I’m not smart enough for that.”
“Devi,” he growled. “That’s putting yourself down.”
She froze. Drat.
“I can’t tell the difference between putting myself down and the truth.”
He sat and turned her chair to face him. Then he cupped her chin. “If it’s something mean about you, then it’s putting yourself down. You are smart enough to do anything you want.”
“You really think so?” she whispered.
“I know so. Is there something you want to do? You said you went to community college for a while?”
“I took art classes.” She grimaced. “Not sure that’s going to be a possibility anymore.”
“We’ll make sure it is. It’s early days. Your arm will get better.”
She nodded even though she didn’t feel a lot of hope.
He stood and grabbed a bowl of spaghetti and her sippy cup.
But he didn’t put the bowl in front of her. No, he set it in front of himself and started twirling spaghetti around a fork.
“What’cha doing, Daddy?” she asked.
“Feeding you.”
Oh. She liked when he fed her. He placed the fork in front of her mouth and she ate with happy noises, taking sips of water in between.
“Daddy?” she asked once she was full and he was eating.
He always made sure that she ate first. It was so darn sweet.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“When do you have to go back to work?” It had been worrying her. That she was keeping him from his work. That she was costing him money.
“Hey, that’s not for you to worry about,” he said, taking hold of her chin and turning her to face him. “I have some leave saved and Kent isn’t the sort of boss to push for me to return when he knows you need me.”
“What about money?” she asked, feeling that familiar pang of worry in her stomach. “My medical bill must have been a lot. How much was it?”
“Nice try,” he said. “But you don’t need to know that because you are not paying me back. Money isn’t an issue. I have plenty in my savings. I barely spend anything. I can take care of you. And it’s my job to worry about things like that.”
That didn’t feel right, though.
“Maybe when I’m Little. But adult Devi needs to know about these things. I should be contributing to the finances.”
His face darkened. “It’s my job. I take care of you.”
Shoot.
This seemed like a sore spot with him.
“You take really good care of me,” she soothed. “I just want to do the same for you.”
Leaning forward, he kissed her lightly. “Such a good girl. But you don’t need to worry about me.”
She did, though. Now that some of the numbness and fog from her attack had started to fade, she had started to worry about a lot of things.
Money. The future. Hayes’ need for control. She didn’t mind letting him take charge in most things. As long as he didn’t take it too far.
“Stop worrying. It’s time for a nap.”
She groaned, letting her concerns go for the moment. “Daddy! I don’t needs a nap.”
What she needed was to get these beads out so she could pee.
“You were nearly asleep on the sofa, so I think you do. But first, you need to go potty.” He removed her bib and wiped her face and hands, even though she hadn’t touched any food. Then he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Lying her on her back, he raised her legs into the air.
“We need a changing table.”
“No, we don’t! Devi is a big girl.”
He eyed her.
“And there’s no room.”
He grunted. “Maybe we need to extend like some of the others have.”
He undid the front of her onesie. It unzipped right down to her tummy and then he freed her legs so he could pull off her panties.
“Right, I’m going to take these out now,” he said. “But you aren’t allowed to come.”
Sheesh.
It wasn’t likely that she would without any pressure on her clit. At least, she didn’t think she would. She was quite turned on.
“Gosh, someone is very wet,” he commented.
She groaned and covered her eyes with her arm as he tugged out one bead.
Oh holy bells.
Maybe coming was a possibility.
“If you come, I’ll have to spank your naughty pussy,” he warned.
Yikes.
Thankfully, he managed to remove the whole thing without her coming.
“I’m going to get some wipes to clean you up.”
She groaned. Was he trying to kill her with embarrassment? She didn’t look but heard him moving around and then a cool wipe ran over her pussy.
This was just too much.
“Good girl. Let’s get you on the toilet, then it’s nap time.”
By the time she’d used the toilet and he’d gotten her onesie sorted, she was feeling very tired. He tucked her into bed and slid the pacifier into her mouth before pulling the drapes. Then he returned to massage her head.
“That’s it, baby. Sleep time now. You don’t have to worry about anything. Daddy will take care of everything from now on.”